Arthis didn’t respond. 

“Tell me!” Qin Ye was sweating from the head. It had taken him so much courage just to muster enough courage to bear the burden of reestablishing Hell, yet Arthis was now telling him that there are three existences on the same level as Abyssal Prefects that had crawled up out of the depths of Hell?

What are Abyssal Prefects?

When Arthis had earlier unleashed her display of authority in Clear Creek County, the projection of her image stood indomitably across the lands, blanketing the entire province with overwhelming pressure. An Abyssal Prefect was well above that level, and their authority extended across an entire district altogether…

Qin Ye couldn’t help but tremble at the thought.

For once, Arthis didn’t blame him for feeling this way at all, “Kid… the ghost kings that have been suppressed by the six paths are nefarious and evil, through and through. At least we know that one of them exists in the west. It’s… it’s a good thing you’d left that area quickly. Otherwise… the next entity coming for your life might well have been his right hand men…”

“Are you certain it’s them?” Qin Ye could feel his eyes twitching uncontrollably, “What has Ksitigarbha been eating?! He brought together with him all of Hell’s officials upon ascension, yet he left behind several high ranking ghost kings?! And he even left behind a scourge like you!”

Arthis sighed softly, “Ascension… How many bodhisattvas have dreamed of this? Yet at the same time, bodhisattvas have their own intentions and plans as well… Ksitigarbha’s great vow had mentioned...